Chapter 59 - The Art of Manipulation

The next few days, Dumbledore's death was everywhere in the news. Countless articles in every newspaper described how Draco Malfoy had assassinated Dumbledore. The outrage was immense, with stories wildly exaggerated, painting Draco as a master assassin with dark, twisted plots. Headlines screamed sensational tales, each more dramatic than the last, as journalists scrambled to outdo one another in their coverage.

A date was swiftly set for Draco's trial, and the entire Wizengamot would be present to determine his fate. The wizarding world buzzed with anticipation, debates raging in every corner of the magical community.

In the heart of Hogwarts, Rigel, acting as both Lord Black and Lord Greengrass due to his betrothal with Daphne and the untimely death of her parents, prepared for the trial. He stood in Sirius' office, the room filled with the rich scent of aged parchment and polished wood. Sirius, as Regent Potter, was with him, both dressed in their most elegant robes.

Sirius paced the room, frustration evident in his every movement. "I hate these Wizengamot meetings," he exclaimed. "Can't they just sentence Draco to the Dementor's Kiss and be done with it? We all know that's where it's heading."

Rigel chuckled softly, adjusting the collar of his robe. "This summer, Harry will finally be seventeen, thus freeing you from the role of Regent Potter. Then you'll be free from the Wizengamot, unless something were to happen to me."

Sirius stopped pacing and fixed Rigel with a stern look. "Don't joke about that. I don't even want to entertain the thought of something happening to you, Harry, or Daphne, for that matter."

A smile tugged at Rigel's lips. "So, you've already accepted Daphne as your daughter-in-law?"

Sirius chuckled, the tension in the room easing. "It would be a bit weird if I hadn't. You two have been betrothed for over two years now. Yes, I've accepted her and have grown quite fond of her."

Rigel nodded, satisfaction evident in his expression. "I'm happy to hear that. She is my world."

Sirius snorted and shook his head. "Alright, let's get on with it. If you get any more sentimental about your soon-to-be wife, I might just have to vomit."

With a laugh, Rigel grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped towards the fireplace. "Ministry of Magic," he called out, throwing the powder into the flames. The green fire roared to life, and with a final glance at Sirius, Rigel stepped through.

He emerged in the Grand Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, the bustling heart of the wizarding world. The Atrium was a vast space, with a golden fountain in the centre and enchanted windows depicting serene skies overhead. Rigel waited a moment, brushing off the soot from his robes, and soon enough, Sirius appeared behind him.

Together, they made their way to the guard point, presenting their wands and announcing the purpose of their visit. The guards, recognising the seriousness of the trial ahead, nodded solemnly and allowed them through.

As Rigel and Sirius made their way through the Ministry's grand atrium, heading towards the courtroom, a voice called them over. "Lord Black, a moment of your time," came the smooth, familiar drawl of Lucius Malfoy. He stood in a secluded alcove just before the courtroom, his eyes flickering with a mixture of desperation and calculation.

Sirius immediately scowled, his hand tightening around his wand. "Don't waste our time with him, Rigel," he muttered, his voice edged with disdain. "He's probably going to try and bribe you to save Draco."

Rigel, however, was intrigued. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on Lucius. "This might be worth our time," he said, his voice calm and measured.

Sirius snorted. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." He followed Rigel, his expression sour as they approached Lucius.

Lucius's gaze flicked between Rigel and Sirius, his demeanour uncharacteristically humble. "Lord Black," he began, his tone subdued. "I need to speak with you."

Sirius crossed his arms, his stance defiant. "Cut to the point, Malfoy. What do you want?"

Lucius swallowed hard, his usual arrogance replaced by a genuine plea. "I need you to save my son," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Draco doesn't deserve the Dementor's Kiss."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Told you so," he muttered under his breath, his contempt for Lucius evident.

Rigel, however, remained composed. "There's no way I can save him," he stated flatly. "Draco will be convicted."

Lucius's face contorted with desperation. "I know," he said, his voice breaking. "But if you can manage to spare his life, to have him sent to Azkaban instead, I will give you anything."

Sirius's eyes narrowed. "And why should we believe you, Malfoy? You've never been trustworthy."

Rigel raised a hand, stopping Sirius. "I don't need money, and your political power is all but gone since Fudge is out of office. What can you offer us that we might be interested in?"

Lucius, his fear palpable, leaned closer, his voice a hushed whisper. "I have information about the Dark Lord. He lives under my roof; I know many things."

Rigel's eyes gleamed with interest. "Are there any more artefacts, like the Cup in Bellatrix's vault, or the diary you were tasked to protect?"

Lucius shook his head, his expression earnest. "No, not to my knowledge."

Rigel frowned, considering his words. "Is there anything Voldemort recently has put under special guard—something he protects at all costs?"

Lucius grew thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, the Dark Lord never leaves his snake, Nagini, unattended anymore. Ever since the cup was stolen, he keeps her close, never letting her out of his sight."

A smirk spread across Rigel's face. "This might just have bought Draco his life. However, in the future, I might need additional information about Voldemort. I will never ask you for anything else, but I will expect secret assistance against him. As long as you comply, I will make sure Draco gets a nice, cosy cell in Azkaban, and he won't be harmed."

Lucius's relief was palpable. "Thank you, Lord Black. A thousand thanks."

Rigel quickly pulled away, his expression cool. "We shouldn't be seen together. It would raise suspicion."

As Rigel and Sirius continued their way to the courtroom, Sirius leaned in close, making sure no one was within earshot. "Do you think Nagini is a Horcrux?"

Rigel nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "I'm confident she is. Very likely the last one, too. Kill the snake, and the bastard will be mortal once more."

With that, they entered the courtroom, their minds sharp and ready for the trial ahead.

The courtroom was filled with an intense, almost palpable energy as Rigel and Sirius entered. Wizards and witches filled the benches, their faces a mix of anger, sorrow, and anticipation. At the centre, presiding over the trial, was Rufus Scrimgeour, who had become head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement after Madam Bones ascended to the position of Minister for Magic.

Scrimgeour's voice was steady and authoritative as he presented the case against Draco Malfoy. "Members of the Wizengamot, today we are here to address the heinous crime committed by Draco Malfoy. The evidence is irrefutable," he declared, gesturing to a series of glowing images projected into the air.

The first was a memory captured in a Pensieve, showing the last spells cast from Draco's wand: the Dark Mark and the Killing Curse. The image shifted to reveal the dark mark emblazoned on Draco's forearm. Finally, it depicted Draco's own memory of the fateful evening, showing him waiting for Dumbledore's return, who was weakened by his mission and then struck down by the young Malfoy.

The courtroom erupted in a cacophony of shouts and accusations. "Dementor's Kiss!" someone cried. "Justice for Dumbledore!" echoed another. The noise was deafening, a wave of raw emotion crashing against the walls of the courtroom.

Scrimgeour struggled to regain control. "Order!" he bellowed, his voice straining to rise above the din. "Order in the court!" Slowly, the shouts subsided, though the tension remained thick in the air.

As calm returned, Scrimgeour addressed the court once more. "Before we proceed to a vote, does anyone wish to speak?" His eyes scanned the room, and Rigel raised his wand, the tip glowing softly to indicate his intention to speak.

"Lord Black," Scrimgeour acknowledged, giving him the stage.

Murmurs and whispers immediately filled the courtroom. All eyes turned to Rigel, curiosity and scepticism mingling in the gazes directed at him. Madam Bones quickly called for silence, and the room quieted, the air heavy with anticipation.

Rigel stepped forward, his expression grave yet composed. "Members of the Wizengamot, fellow witches and wizards," he began, his voice warm and steady. "Today, we mourn the loss of one of the greatest wizards our world has ever known. Albus Dumbledore was a beacon of light, a symbol of hope, and a believer in the power of redemption. He always believed that no matter the crime, every soul had the potential for change."

He paused, letting his words sink in. The room was silent, every eye fixed on him. "In Dumbledore's spirit, I ask you to consider the fate of a young man who, in his misguided attempt to prove himself, committed an unforgivable act. Draco Malfoy is just a boy who fell in with the wrong crowd and made a grievous error in judgement."

Rigel's eyes swept across the room, meeting the gaze of each member of the Wizengamot. "Instead of choosing the maximum punishment, the Dementor's Kiss, let us offer him a path to redemption. Send him to Azkaban, but review his case in a few years. Allow him the chance to understand the weight of his actions and choose to walk a different path."

He paused again, the silence in the room almost tangible. "That is all I have to say. Thank you, Madam Bones, and thank you, Mr. Scrimgeour, for giving me the opportunity to speak." Rigel stepped back, his gaze steady and his presence commanding.

Scrimgeour nodded, his expression unreadable. "We will now vote," he announced. "All in favour of sending Draco Malfoy to Azkaban with the possibility of reviewing his case at a later date, raise your wands."

A sea of wands rose into the air, a massive majority of the court in agreement with Rigel's suggestion. The vote was decisive.

Scrimgeour nodded once more. "By majority vote, Draco Malfoy will be sentenced to Azkaban, and his case will be reviewed in due course."

The courtroom buzzed with conversation, the tension easing slightly as the decision was made. Rigel's charisma had swayed the masses, his appeal for mercy echoing the sentiments of a man they all revered, and no one even entertained the thought that he could be lying.

~~~o~~~

The Room of Requirement was filled with the warm glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. Bookshelves lined the room, filled with volumes on advanced magic, potions, and various subjects for their studies. The centre of the room was cleared for their training, an open space where they practised duelling and spellwork.

Harry, Tracey, Hermione, Neville, Daphne, and Rigel gathered in their usual spots, a mixture of study materials and training equipment scattered around them. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and shared purpose, despite the heavy weight of recent events.

Rigel looked around at his friends, his expression serious. "Tonks contacted me recently," he began, breaking the comfortable silence. "There's an upcoming Order meeting next weekend. I want Harry, Tracey, Daphne, and myself to attend."

Harry, who had been distant and quiet, his mind still troubled by the regret of having killed Dumbledore, frowned. "Why attend a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix?" he questioned, his tone edged with confusion and a hint of suspicion.

Rigel met Harry's gaze steadily. "The last time we were there, Dumbledore offered us the opportunity to join whenever we wanted. At the time, none of us were keen on joining his organisation. But now, with him gone, things are different. I fear the Order might collapse without Dumbledore's leadership. We need to join, to guide them, to use their resources to stop Voldemort."

Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "It doesn't sit well with me," he admitted. "We were the ones who killed Dumbledore, and now we want to take advantage of it by joining the Order of the Phoenix."

Rigel nodded, understanding Harry's conflict. "I get it, Harry. But think about it – the Order has been pretty ineffective so far, largely because of Dumbledore's own failings. Without a leader, they'll surely collapse, and that would be a loss we can't afford. This isn't about taking advantage; it's about ensuring they can still fight against Voldemort. We can provide the stability they need."

Harry's gaze fell to the floor, his thoughts swirling. He couldn't help but wonder – was Rigel trying to position himself as the leader? Was this a move to consolidate power? Shaking his head, he quickly banished the thought. His brother had never shown such ambitions. Rigel's actions had always been driven by a desire to create a better world, a vision they all shared.

Finally, Harry looked up, his eyes meeting Rigel's. "I understand your motives, and I agree that the Order collapsing would be a loss we can't take right now. With us joining, we can provide some stability."

Rigel smiled, a hint of relief in his expression. "That's exactly it. I'm happy you understand what needs to be done."

Tracey, noticing Harry's lingering sadness and regret, moved closer to him. She wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. "You did what you had to do, Harry," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "I know it's hard, but you need to snap out of it. We need you, your cheerful self."

Daphne nodded in agreement, her tone gentle but firm. "What you're feeling is natural, Harry. While Rigel and I don't show it as much, it's a burden on us too. But we have to keep the bigger picture in mind. Everything we've done, everything we will do, is for a better world. It will be worth it in the end."

Harry felt a wave of gratitude towards his friends. "Thank you," he said, his voice sincere. "I just need some time to recover. But don't worry, I'm still committed to the cause, without a doubt."

Rigel looked around at his friends, each of them offering their support to Harry. He then turned to Daphne. "We should go talk with my father to make arrangements for the Order meeting," he said. "It's best that the rest of you take it easy, especially you, Harry."

The others nodded in agreement, and with a final glance, Rigel and Daphne left the Room of Requirement, making their way through the corridors of Hogwarts towards Sirius' office. The castle was quieter than usual, the weight of recent events hanging heavily in the air.

When they reached Sirius' office, Rigel knocked on the door before pushing it open. Sirius was seated behind his desk, looking over a stack of parchment. He looked up, a curious expression on his face as they entered.

"Rigel, Daphne, what brings you here?" Sirius asked, setting the parchment aside.

Rigel stepped forward, his voice steady. "Dad, given the recent events, we've changed our minds about joining the Order of the Phoenix. Harry, Tracey, Daphne, and I would like to join, as Dumbledore had offered us before."

Sirius's face lit up with a genuine smile. "That's great news," he said, his tone warm. He paused for a moment, thinking. "With Dumbledore's death, the Order is in a bit of disarray, but we'll manage. How about this? Come along to the next Order meeting. We'll see how it goes. Next Saturday, after breakfast, come to my office and we'll Floo over together."

Rigel and Daphne nodded, both smiling. "Thank you," Rigel said.

Sirius stood and moved around the desk, wrapping them both in a hug. "I'm proud of you," he said softly. As he pulled back, his expression grew more serious. "How's Harry holding up?"

Daphne sighed, her expression sombre. "He's in a bit of shock. He blames himself for Dumbledore's death. He thinks he let Dumbledore exert himself too much on their mission to retrieve the Horcrux."

Sirius nodded, his eyes reflecting his understanding. "Harry has no fault in this, at all. He shouldn't blame himself."

Rigel chimed in, "Deep down, Harry knows that. But he just needs some time to accept it."

Sirius nodded again, a sad smile on his face. "Give him all the time he needs. We'll get through this together." He gave them a final nod, indicating they could leave.

Rigel and Daphne exited the office and made their way back through the castle. The hallways seemed endless, each step echoing their shared determination. When they finally reached their suite, Rigel held the door open for Daphne.

Once inside their suite, Rigel and Daphne made their way to the fireplace, the flickering flames casting a warm, soothing glow across the room. They settled down on the plush rug, cuddling close to each other, their favourite way to unwind in private, much like cats seeking comfort in each other's presence.

Daphne nestled against Rigel, her head resting on his shoulder. "Do you think we might be moving too fast? Harry needs time to recover," she said softly, her voice tinged with concern.

Rigel sighed, tightening his arm around her. "I know, Daph. But the Order of the Phoenix is collapsing, and we need to act quickly, or we might lose these resources. I'll make sure Harry is fine, but he's crucial to this. He's the chosen one, the one everyone believes in. If he's not with us, it will undermine our credibility."

Daphne nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I just hope Harry is ready to face all of this."

Rigel affectionately ran his fingers through her hair, stroking it gently. "He will be. He just needs some time to process everything."

Daphne sat up, a thoughtful expression on her face. She grabbed a hairband from the table and deftly tied her hair into a ponytail. "It's time for a change," she said with a small smile. "How do I look?"

Rigel gazed at her, admiration in his eyes. "You look gorgeous, as always." He then beckoned her to join him on the couch again. "Come back here so we can continue cuddling in front of the fire."

Daphne smiled and returned to his side, curling up against him. They spent the rest of the day lost in each other's embrace, the warmth of the fire wrapping around them. They spoke in low, intimate tones, slowly strategizing their next steps and drawing strength from their shared bond. The challenges ahead were daunting, but together, they felt ready to face them.

~~~o~~~

The week quickly passed, and it was time for the four to meet the Order of the Phoenix. Harry, Tracey, Daphne, and Rigel made their way to Sirius' office, the air buzzing with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

As they entered the office, they were met with not only Sirius but also Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonagall. The presence of the four seasoned Order members added to the gravity of the moment.

McGonagall was the first to speak, her stern expression softened by a rare smile. "I'm pleased to see the four of you joining the Order, though I wish it were under happier circumstances."

Remus stepped forward, his kind eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and sorrow. "It's good to have you with us, especially now. Your support is invaluable. But I must warn you, Rigel, you will face scrutiny for having saved Malfoy from the Dementor's Kiss. Not many are pleased about that."

Rigel shrugged, a calm confidence in his demeanour. "They'll change their minds when I tell them why I did it. It was for the cause, after all."

Sirius nodded in agreement, his gaze steady. "Let's not keep the others waiting." He gestured towards the fireplace in his office, a small pot of Floo powder already set out for them.

One by one, they stepped into the green flames, calling out, "Grimmauld Place!" The familiar sensation of spinning through the Floo network enveloped them, and they soon found themselves standing in the dimly lit, slightly dusty entrance hall of Grimmauld Place.

Immediately, the sound of raised voices reached their ears, coming from the direction of the dining room. It was clear that an argument was in full swing.

Rigel exchanged a quick glance with Daphne, then with Harry and Tracey. Steeling themselves, they made their way towards the dining room, ready to step into the.

As they entered, they found Mrs. Weasley engaged in a heated argument with Mad-Eye Moody. The bickering stopped abruptly as the group entered, all eyes turning towards the newcomers.

"Ah, there they are," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice softer but still tinged with the frustration of the interrupted argument.

The group took their seats, with Tonks flashing them a warm smile. Remus sat down next to her, and her smile widened, her happiness with his presence evident.

Once everyone had filed in and taken their seats, Moody cleared his throat and began to speak. "Today, we've gathered to discuss Dumbledore's death and how we will proceed from here. We all know what a loss this is. Dumbledore was our leader, our guiding light. But the fight isn't over yet. We must stand united against the Dark Lord."

Moody's words were strong and resolute, but not everyone was swayed. A few murmured their concerns, voices tinged with doubt and fear. "Without Dumbledore, we don't stand a chance," someone muttered.

Tonks stood up, her voice ringing with conviction. "Dumbledore would have been a great help, yes. But we are capable of defeating the Dark Lord without him. We have to believe in ourselves and in each other."

The room erupted into a cacophony of voices, each member expressing their worries, their fears, their anger. It was clear that the Order was in disarray, and the bickering continued until Kingsley Shacklebolt raised his voice, redirecting the conversation. "Why are these kids here?"

Moody grumbled, his expression sour. "Sirius requested they join us and say something. But I can't fathom why we should listen to the one who let Dumbledore's killer avoid the Dementor's Kiss."

Rigel stood up, waiting for the room to quiet down. His presence commanded attention, and slowly, the voices subsided. "First, I want to address Moody's claim," Rigel began. "I didn't help Draco avoid the Dementor's Kiss out of the goodness of my heart. Lucius provided me with useful information. I believe that Nagini, Voldemort's familiar, is a Horcrux – most likely the last one."

The room was split, some members expressing disbelief while others considered the possibility. Moody eventually nodded. "It's possible. Snape, I want you to investigate Nagini if you can, but be subtle about it. We can't afford further losses."

Snape merely nodded, his expression unreadable.

Rigel continued, his voice steady and sincere. "Some of you may remember that the four of us were here nearly two years ago for another Order meeting. At that time, Dumbledore offered us a chance to join the Order, but we declined, thinking we could oppose Voldemort on our own. With Dumbledore gone, reality has set in. We want to make good on his offer and give our full support to the Order by becoming members. Voldemort needs to be defeated if peace is ever to return to wizarding Britain."

Tonks stood up, her voice enthusiastic. "Hear, hear!" she called, voicing her support. However, others were not as easily swayed, and a heated discussion ensued. After some back and forth, Moody managed to calm everyone down. "We need every bit of help we can get," he said. "Welcome to the Order."

Rigel nodded thankfully and sat down. Daphne and Tracey also nodded, their faces set with determination. Harry, though more subdued, also gave a nod of agreement.

The Order meeting continued with discussions about Death Eater activity. Rigel subtly commented on how he would deal with various issues, carefully planting seeds of strategy and unity.

As the meeting drew to a close, they all Flooed back to Sirius' office. Once there, McGonagall spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "I feared that the Order might collapse, but I think we've stirred up some new unity among them. Hopefully, this will stabilise the Order."

Rigel nodded. "I'll do my best to keep the Order together."

Sirius gave a barking laugh. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he said, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Your mother would be proud of you, Rigel."

Rigel gave his father a big smile, but deep down, he knew that this wasn't true. If his mother was watching his actions from beyond her grave, she would surely be disappointed in him. Despite this, he resolved to continue his path, hoping that in the end, his efforts would lead to a better world.

~~~o~~~

Later, in Daphne and Rigel's suite, the group had assembled. The room was cosy, the fireplace crackling softly, casting a warm glow over the familiar faces gathered around.

Hermione glanced at Daphne, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm still getting used to seeing you with a ponytail," she commented, then quickly added, "But I think it suits you."

Daphne chuckled, brushing a hand over her hair. "Thanks, Hermione. Walburga will probably not be pleased, though."

Rigel put an arm around Daphne, a protective warmth in his gesture. "My grandmother will just have to deal with it," he said with a grin, placing a kiss on Daphne's cheek.

Pulling away from Daphne, Rigel retrieved something from his pocket. Holding out the stone from the Gaunt family ring, he addressed the group. "After we dealt with Dumbledore, I inspected this stone thoroughly. There is certainly powerful magic within, dark in nature, but it's not a Horcrux."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he studied the stone. "I swear that the stone reminds me of something, but I can't figure out what."

Rigel nodded thoughtfully. "Why don't you hold onto the stone, Harry? Perhaps you can figure it out."

Tracey interjected, her voice tinged with concern. "Shouldn't we destroy it, if it's dark magic?"

Daphne shook her head. "Dark magic isn't necessarily evil or dangerous. The stone is safe, though its purpose and significance are unknown for now. Still, minimise skin contact with it, just to be sure."

The group nodded in agreement, and Harry pocketed the stone, a look of determination on his face to uncover its secrets.

Rigel then addressed everyone. "There isn't much left of the school year. As you all know, this summer, Daphne and I are getting married. It should go without saying that all of you are invited. After the summer, we'll need to make plans on how to get to Nagini, the final Horcrux, and then finish off Voldemort for good. Then, our vision of a new, better world can finally be ushered in."

Resolved nods met his declaration, the gravity of their mission weighing heavily on all of them.

Rigel dismissed them with a gentle smile. "For now, get some rest and focus on training. The whole Dumbledore incident has wizarding Britain, even parts of the wizarding world, in uproar. We need to lay low."

With final nods and words of encouragement, the group began to disperse, each retreating to their respective rooms with the weight of their responsibilities fresh in their minds.

After everyone had left, Daphne turned to Rigel. "Hopefully, the stone will occupy Harry's thoughts and divert them away from Dumbledore."

Rigel nodded, agreeing with her. "Yes, it will give him something to focus on, something to drive him forward."

As they settled into the quiet comfort of their suite, they both knew that while the path ahead was fraught with challenges, they would face it together, their resolve unwavering.

~~~o~~~

The rest of the school year passed quietly. The air at Hogwarts was heavy with the weight of Dumbledore's death. The once vibrant and bustling corridors now seemed subdued, shadows of grief and loss lingering among the students and staff. Security measures were heightened; Aurors no longer confined to the entrances but also patrolling the halls, a stern reminder of the tragedy that had befallen them.

With Dumbledore gone, Professor McGonagall stepped up as Headmistress, and Professor Flitwick took on the role of Deputy Headmaster. McGonagall continued to teach Transfiguration for the remainder of the year, though there was talk of finding a suitable replacement for the following year. If none could be found, she would have to carry the double workload.

In the past few weeks, Harry had begun to regain some of his earlier spark. Yet, he wasn't fully his old self. The burden of having killed Dumbledore still weighed heavily on his mind. Another source of frustration for Harry was Rigel's continued refusal to duel him, a request Harry had made repeatedly.

Now, it was the final evening at Hogwarts. Tomorrow, they would take the train home. In the quiet of their suite, Daphne turned to Rigel, her voice soft with concern. "Why do you keep refusing to duel Harry?" she asked.

Rigel sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Harry finished at the top of his class in duelling—easily. He's become very adept now with his new strength. He'll probably win if we duel."

"But you don't mind losing to Harry, do you?" Daphne pressed gently.

"No, I don't," Rigel clarified. "Harry is stronger, and I accept that. But I'm worried that if he wins, he might become more independent."

Daphne frowned slightly. "Rigel, Harry will soon turn seventeen. Independence is coming for him regardless."

Rigel nodded, a hint of resignation in his expression. "I know. I just don't want him to become too independent, not now at least. Harry is crucial to our plan in creating a new world. If he strays from that path right now, it could turn all our plans on their heads."

Daphne considered his words, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I get it. But if you keep refusing to duel him, he'll probably become angry, and that won't help our situation either. How about this: when you duel during the summer, draw strength from me over our connection. Together, we should be able to at least tie with Harry."

Rigel smiled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "That could work. But for now, we should really sleep. We can't oversleep tomorrow, and sleeping on the train was comfortable as a cat, but it's not so much as a human."

Daphne giggled, the sound light and melodic. "We could transform into cats for the ride back if you prefer."

Rigel chuckled, shaking his head. "I'd like that, but our friends would probably find it odd."

Daphne leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I love you."

He returned the gesture, his lips brushing her cheek softly. "I love you too."

They climbed into bed together, the comfort of each other's presence easing the weight of the day's worries. In the warmth and security of their embrace, they drifted off into sleep.

~~~o~~~

The next day on the Hogwarts Express, the group was engaged in lively conversation. The train chugged steadily along, carrying them towards the end of another school year. One more summer, one more year, and their time at Hogwarts would be over. Plans for the summer were already being made, with Tracey, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna all planning to stay over for a few days around the time of Rigel and Daphne's wedding.

Conversation flowed easily, and at one point, Tracey brought up Ginny's relationship with Astoria. "Did you hear? Thanks to her brothers and, surprisingly, her father, Ginny managed to mend things with her mother. While Mrs. Weasley isn't fully supportive yet, she at least isn't standing in the way anymore."

Hermione nodded, a smile on her face. "That's really good to hear. It's always tough when family doesn't understand."

The group continued to chat, and Daphne mentioned, "Astoria, Ginny and Luna also did quite well in their OWLs. Astoria's results especially made me proud."

As the train continued its journey, Hermione turned to Harry. "Have you figured out anything about the stone?"

Harry shook his head, a slight frown marring his features. "Despite my best efforts, I still can't remember why the stone reminds me of something."

Tracey reached over and patted his hand. "Take it easy. In time, you might figure it out."

Rigel chimed in thoughtfully. "I believe the stone to be an artefact of sorts, but until we figure out what kind, or what it does, it won't help us very much."

The others nodded in agreement. The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and Rigel seized the opportunity to transform into his cat form. He curled up comfortably, letting out a contented purr. Daphne, sitting next to him, followed suit and transformed as well, nestling against him as they both napped.

Tracey looked at them with a pout. "Our forms aren't as good for cuddling," she said to Harry, causing a ripple of laughter among the group.

The conversation drifted into different small talk topics as the train carried them towards King's Cross Station. They chatted about their plans, the upcoming summer, and the small, cherished moments that had made the past year memorable. Laughter and warmth filled the compartment, a welcome respite from the heavier burdens they all carried.

~~~o~~~

A few days into the summer, Tracey had already settled into the Castle. Her parents weren't too thrilled about it, but they reluctantly accepted Tracey's desire to spend some private time with Harry. Today, Tracey, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Astoria and Daphne embarked on a girls-only trip to Diagon Alley, shopping for the wedding, with strict instructions that no boys were allowed.

Seeing an opportunity, Harry headed to Rigel's room, a determined look on his face. "Rigel, I challenge you to a duel," he declared.

Rigel sighed, looking up from his book. "Now isn't the time for that, Harry. I promise we'll duel soon, in the coming days. But since we're alone, there's something I want to talk about—brother to brother."

Harry, slightly taken aback by the seriousness in Rigel's tone, nodded. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

Rigel gestured to a small table in the corner. "Let's play wizard's chess while we talk. Something to occupy our minds. You realise we've never played against each other?"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You won't accept my duelling challenge, but you'll happily challenge me to wizard's chess."

Rigel smirked. "Talking is easier during this, and I did agree to duel you, just not now." He snapped his fingers, and a chessboard, along with the pieces, flew from one of the shelves and assembled itself on the table. Rigel gestured for Harry to sit.

The brothers sat down, and Rigel made his first move. "I wanted to check in with you, Harry—how you're feeling, especially regarding Dumbledore."

Harry grew thoughtful as he made his move. "I still don't know if we did the right thing. But it weighs less on me now."

Rigel nodded, considering his next move before speaking. "Dumbledore did some truly deplorable things. Getting rid of him was necessary."

Harry sighed, his eyes serious. "I wish we could have dealt with Voldemort first."

Rigel's expression mirrored Harry's seriousness. "I agree. But this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Harry nodded, the weight of his thoughts evident. "I know. There's no use dwelling on the past, though."

Rigel smiled, his demeanour encouraging. "Exactly. Soon this will all be over. We'll get rid of Voldemort, and our new world can begin."

Harry frowned, his concern clear. "How are we even going to do it? The last time we faced Voldemort, he was so powerful. And Nagini is still out there. Any attempt to destroy him while she lives..."

Rigel looked up thoughtfully. "I know. We'll figure something out. Nagini comes first, then the Dark Lord. Don't worry, Harry, together we can beat him. You've become a very powerful wizard. Not quite Voldemort's equal yet, as the prophecy said, but you're getting there."

Harry smiled, a bit of his confidence returning. "Is that why you're declining all my duelling challenges?"

Rigel smirked slightly. "I have agreed to duel soon, haven't I? But yes, there's some truth to that. Perhaps I'm not ready to lose to my little brother."

Harry smirked back, feeling more at ease. "I knew it."

Rigel smirked as he found an opportunity to checkmate Harry. "Or perhaps I don't want to shatter your newfound ego just yet."

Harry, though disappointed by the checkmate, chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I'll win when we duel."

Rigel leaned back, his expression light. "The wise rabbit does not seek to outrun the tortoise. We're on the same side; I don't need to be stronger than you."

The brothers high-fived and congratulated each other on a well-played game of chess. Harry looked at Rigel, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks for checking in on me."

Rigel placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "That's what brothers are for."

Harry looked at Rigel, curiosity in his eyes. "When do you think the girls will be back?"

Rigel shrugged. "Knowing them, especially Tracey, they love shopping. It might be a while. Why don't we check on my grandmother? She's doing some final preparations for the wedding."

Harry nodded, and the two of them began making their way towards Walburga's office. As they walked, Harry grinned. "So, Rigel, are you anxious about the wedding? You'll be a married man soon."

Rigel shook his head, a content smile on his face. "I couldn't be happier. And it shouldn't be too surprising since Daphne and I are soulmates, after all."

Harry nodded in agreement. Rigel then turned the tables on him. "What about you, Harry? When are you going to marry Tracey?"

Harry was taken aback, his eyes widening. "We haven't talked about that—ever."

Rigel chuckled. "Well, Tracey will surely expect to be asked soon—at the very least, engaged. With her best friend getting married, she'll be looking for the same."

Harry gulped nervously. "I hadn't thought of that."

They reached Walburga's office, and Rigel knocked, calling through the door. "Grandmother, it's Rigel and Harry."

"Enter," came Walburga's voice from within.

Inside, they greeted her warmly, but she began to cough violently, her face paling slightly. As if on cue, Kreacher appeared beside her, holding a steaming cup of tea.

"Here, Mistress," Kreacher said, his voice filled with devotion. "Your tea."

Walburga took the cup, nodding in approval. "Thank you, Kreacher."

"Are you sick, Grandmother?" Rigel asked, his concern evident.

Walburga brushed him off. "It's merely a cold."

Rigel wasn't fully convinced but knew how stubborn she could be. "Just remember you're getting older, and perhaps you should take your health more seriously."

Walburga scoffed. "Don't put me in the grave yet, Rigel. Now, what do you want?"

Rigel smiled. "We wanted to know if you needed any help with the wedding preparations."

Walburga waved a hand dismissively. "I have everything under control. This will be a wedding the wizarding world won't soon forget."

Rigel's smile widened. "You always had a knack for grandeur. If you need my help with anything, let me know."

Walburga nodded, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Rigel."

Harry and Rigel said their goodbyes, promising to see her at dinner. Once outside, Harry turned to Rigel. "Where's Remus? I haven't seen him the past few days."

Rigel chuckled. "He's been spending time with Tonks. Perhaps there's another wedding on the horizon."

Harry laughed. "I can't imagine Tonks settling down. Still, I'm happy for them. It's surprising they ended up together."

Rigel shrugged. "Love is an unpredictable thing. If they're happy, I'm happy. How about we fly across the grounds for a bit to pass some time?"

Harry's face lit up with enthusiasm. "That sounds perfect."

With that, the two brothers headed off to retrieve their brooms, ready to enjoy a carefree flight together, leaving the heavier thoughts of responsibility and the future behind, if only for a little while.

~~~o~~~

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the girls returned to Black Castle, their faces lit with an enigmatic glow. Their shopping expedition to Diagon Alley had been cloaked in secrecy, a day dedicated to female camaraderie, with even their Auror guard being female to preserve the "no boys allowed" atmosphere.

A couple of days later, Harry, Tracey, Daphne, and Rigel found themselves descending into the basement training room, a space transformed into an arena for magical combat. The duelling ring in the centre pulsed with energy, its boundaries glowing faintly with the protective charms that would contain their spells.

Harry and Rigel stepped into the duelling ring, facing each other with a mix of anticipation and respect. Rigel activated the magical barrier with a flick of his wand, the air shimmering as it enclosed them, ensuring Tracey and Daphne were shielded from the impending clash.

"Alright, get into positions!" Tracey called out enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Bow to each other."

The brothers bowed, their movements mirrored with precision. The air was thick with tension, both eager to measure their skills against each other.

"Three... two... one... go!" Tracey's voice rang out, cutting through the silence.

The duel erupted into a whirlwind of motion. Harry's wand was a blur as he summoned a fiery golem, the creature roaring to life and charging at Rigel. In response, Rigel conjured a double of himself, the illusion and the original splitting in opposite directions to flank the golem.

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, a stunning spell shooting towards one of the Rigels. The double dissipated in a puff of smoke, revealing its illusory nature.

"Impedimenta!" Rigel countered, his spell slowing the golem's advance. With a swift transformation, he shifted into his cat form, darting under the golem and towards Harry, casting a disarming charm before quickly shifting back to his human form.

Harry anticipated the move, leaping into his hawk form to avoid the disarming spell, soaring above the duelling ring before diving back down, shifting mid-air to unleash a torrent of fireballs at Rigel.

Rigel's illusion magic came into play again, creating multiple versions of himself. The fireballs exploded against the ring's boundaries, Rigel dodging the real attacks amidst the chaos. "Confundus!" he cast, aiming to disorient Harry.

Harry countered with "Protego!" the shield charm deflecting the confusion spell. He landed with a roll, casting "Diffindo!" at Rigel's feet, aiming to trip him up. Rigel jumped back, his wand weaving a complex pattern as he summoned a thick mist to obscure the battlefield.

From within the mist, Rigel launched a series of cutting curses, each spell slicing through the air with deadly precision. Harry's fiery tendrils emerged, snaking through the mist, seeking their target. The spells clashed, the air humming with the intensity of their magic.

"Incendio!" Harry yelled, flames erupting from his wand, swirling around him in a protective barrier. Rigel's mist sizzled and evaporated on contact, revealing the duellists to each other once more. Harry pressed his advantage, sending a stream of fire snakes slithering across the floor towards Rigel.

Rigel shifted into his cat form once more, dodging a particularly vicious fire whip. He darted behind Harry, shifting back to human to cast "Reducto!" at close range. The explosion sent Harry sprawling, but he quickly retaliated with a wall of fire, forcing Rigel back.

Their duel was relentless, neither willing to yield. Harry's control over fire was masterful, his spells creating a blazing inferno that encircled Rigel. But Rigel's illusions and strategic use of the environment kept him just out of reach, always one step ahead.

"Stupefy!" "Protego!" "Expelliarmus!" "Sectumsempra!" The spells flew fast and furious, each countered with equal skill. Rigel, drawing secretly on strength from Daphne through their connection, managed to keep pace with Harry's unyielding assault.

Rigel's next move was a dazzling display of his illusion magic. He created a labyrinth of mirrored walls around Harry, each reflection casting its own spell. Harry, undeterred, conjured fiery golems to smash through the mirrors, their fists shattering the illusions with each punch.

"Confringo!" Harry bellowed, sending a blast towards Rigel. The explosion scattered the mirrors, but Rigel emerged unscathed, his form splitting into a dozen identical images. Harry's eyes darted around, seeking the real Rigel among the illusions.

With a strategic shift, Harry transformed into his hawk form, soaring above the confusion. From the air, with his enhanced senses, he could see the faint magical aura of the real Rigel and dove towards him, transforming back mid-flight to unleash a barrage of fiery projectiles.

Rigel, spotting Harry's approach, cast "Protego!" The shield absorbed the fiery onslaught, but Harry was relentless. He landed and with a powerful "Incendio Maxima!" sent a torrent of flames spiralling towards Rigel.

The heat was intense, the air around them crackling with raw energy. Rigel's shield held, but just barely. He retaliated with a spell that conjured shadowy tendrils from the ground, each one lashing out at Harry with dark energy. Harry countered with fiery whips, the elements clashing spectacularly.

The arena was a storm of fire and shadow, neither brother willing to concede. Harry's stamina was waning, but his determination blazed as brightly as his flames. Rigel, drawing strength from Daphne, continued to match Harry's ferocity with his cunning illusions and relentless spells.

As the duel reached its climax, both brothers were visibly exhausted, their magical reserves nearly depleted. Harry summoned his last burst of fire, a phoenix of flames diving towards Rigel. Simultaneously, Rigel unleashed a final illusion, multiple phantoms converging on Harry from all directions.

The phoenix met the phantoms in a brilliant explosion of light and sound, the force of the collision knocking both duellists off their feet. They lay on the ground, panting heavily, the duel ending in a draw.

Tracey and Daphne rushed to their sides, concern etched on their faces. "That was incredible," Tracey breathed, her eyes wide with admiration.

"You both were amazing," Daphne added, helping Rigel to his feet.

Harry and Rigel exchanged a weary smile, their bond as brothers and equals strengthened by the fierce competition. The duel might have ended in a tie, but the respect and camaraderie they had gained were victories in their own right.

As Harry lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had grown stronger, his mastery over fire and duelling skills honed through rigorous training and determination. Yet, despite his progress, he had not yet achieved his ultimate goal of defeating Rigel.

But that was okay. The journey was just as important as the destination, and Harry knew he had much to learn and improve. The thrill of the duel, the intensity of their magic clashing, and the respect he had earned from Rigel were all steps towards his goal.

With a contented sigh, Harry sat up, looking forward to the future. He was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, confident in his growth and eager to continue pushing his limits. The bond with his brother was stronger than ever, and the path to becoming a great wizard was clearer with each duel.

This was just the beginning, and Harry was ready to embrace it all.